Originally posted by DoctorScribblesMy correction of this should be written in prose.
Barack is his slave name, don't forget
Ain't no C in the Swahili alphabet
He's Ba-to-tha-ra-to-tha-MF-K
That's today's lesson from the BWA
Now take your notes, memorize the knowledge
You ain't even old enough to go college
I'll get yo' mama to sign yo' progress report
In person when I'm over for my nightly consort
(I guess I can't help it that all I say flowz
with metre that's tight and syllablez coupled
and slick little bunches of phrases four-tupled.)
What I meanz to convey is that yo' confusion
ain't worth a rhyme. How you reached yo' conclusion
'bout yo' favoured language is super-mysterious,
but that don't make yo' hypocrisy any less serious.
Mostly, these days, I lecture Rapology,
I'm Professa of rhymin', not anthropology.
Today, though, I'ma have to pinch hit
to show why yo' words ain't worth half a [cubit].
You know a reason fo' tha spread of Swahili?
Here's a hint: it ain't about bros workin' freely.
Best read up on slavery in Africa's East.
You'll learn why yo' rhyme makes no sense in tha least.
One or tha otha, which will it be?
Admit that "Barack" is tha name of a free
person? Or you can admit that it's true
that Swahili's a bit of a slave language too.
Archimedes, I gotz you in a paradox
like tha one bout yo' daddy, who only [talks]
of brothaz who will not autofellate
(that's Russell and you cannot self-liberate).
I suggest that you quit, while you's behind,
'cause if you do not, you's gonna find
that there's only one way fo' you ass to save
face: hide wit' yo' dawg Plato up in tha cave.
Originally posted by kirksey957Word to tha words of tha Reverend K!
“What’s a shizzle?” Sweet Jesus, hold the bullshizzle!
BWA holdin all the awards fo discourse
Teachin lyrical rhymes to yo momma befo intercourse
Doctor Death put out to stud like Big Brown the horse
Back to moderatin bitches
Pullin lies and deception like goblins and witches
Moderatin #1 call him Phlabbabit
Takin BWA truth out, aint it tha sh ( ...[text shortened]... p a feel and inspect
Dig it, my brothaz, all 12 inches
No complaints here from the BWA wenches
Have yo' tight rhymes been modded today?
If so, let us know, enrage us, incense us:
today we be takin' tha Censorship Census!
Post up in here (rhymin' of course)
reasons why "FM" should show some remorse
fo' diluting tha wordz of tha RHP Nation
with "No dirty wordz, brotha, or obfuscation!"
I had a mod tell me I can't say she/it!
That is something I don't like one bit,
'cause I can't speak of Huck's wordz to tha Granny
if I ain't gotz tha pronouns to talk of a tranny!
For uttering "cox", a mod called me out.
I guess on RHP we must not talk about
rowing or other such fun watersports
lest we be dragged to tha High Forum Courts
and handed a ban and be laughed at and scorned
like Cribs back in tha day (but at least he was warned).
So brothaz and Sistaz of tha RHP,
if you've got a beef, submit it to me
in rhymes that is tight and not too explicit
(so that if you call out FM, he will miss it).
Die Gedanken sind Frei, brothaz, it's hammertime
tha man can't touch tha power of rhyme!
Originally posted by ChronicLeakySee here goes wit my poetic license
Word to tha words of tha Reverend K!
Have yo' tight rhymes been modded today?
If so, let us know, enrage us, incense us:
today we be takin' tha Censorship Census!
Post up in here (rhymin' of course)
reasons why "FM" should show some remorse
fo' diluting tha wordz of tha RHP Nation
with "No dirty wordz, brotha, or obfuscation!"
I had a mod te ...[text shortened]... d Frei[/i], brothaz, it's hammertime
tha man can't touch tha power of rhyme!
Brothaz like me we just wants to trize it.
Can’t say all them words you called out
Been banned cuz Doctor Death got no clout
I think it was the word rhyming wit “bigger”
Truth be told it was only “bigga”
A word of blessin and affirmation
Moderatas know nuthin of BWA nation
Speakin our words all forceful and true
Moderatas all done wit us their balls be blue
Why can’t they just let a brotha be
Like Rosie’s gay cruise ship on the deep blue sea
Originally posted by kirksey957As long as we treated like less than cruise ships,
See here goes wit my poetic license
Brothaz like me we just wants to trize it.
Can’t say all them words you called out
Been banned cuz Doctor Death got no clout
I think it was the word rhyming wit “bigger”
Truth be told it was only “bigga”
A word of blessin and affirmation
Moderatas know nuthin of BWA nation
Speakin our words all forceful and ...[text shortened]... be blue
Why can’t they just let a brotha be
Like Rosie’s gay cruise ship on the deep blue sea
we gonna play Bloods to authority's Crips.
Hear me now, Reverend, here's what I propose
to tha Bee Dubya A and the Pirpers of Hoes:
It seems in this thread that I started a beef
wit' Herr Dokta Cribs, and it's givin' me grief
to battle and squabble wit' one of yo' clan
while we all still under tha thumb of tha Man.
I wanna offer an expedient truce
which I swear on my mama's life ain't no ruse.
In tha name of seeing our rhymin' respected
I'm doing like Tookie, all lethal-injected
and reaching out with an offer of peace:
together, let's stick it to tha police!
I'm in battle right now wit' a BWA
brotha, but I want to stop till the day
when you can set yo' sermons in stone
on tha basis of rhymin' and scansion alone
and Cribs can post tha following stanza
without it being a mod bust bonanza:
"Pirp pirp pirp pirp pirp pirp pirp
pirpitty pirp pirp pirp pirpitty pirp!
Pirp pirp pirp pirp, pirp pirp pirp pirp pirp
pirp pirp pirp pirp pirp pirp pirp pirp-a-lirp!"
with all of tha "r"s replaced with that letter
that proclaims tha Dokta's profession much better.
Let's rhyme together till you can proclaim
with pride that yo' clan's got its original name!
I just wants to be sure wit talk of a truce
My tribe ain’t on tha RHP caboose
Tha man always talkin of takin us down
This here brotha ain’t goin to Red Night’s town
Fo years been bringin true faith to tha masses
All I gets is moderatas sayin “you’s crasses”
But naw, others to hell go all the Jews
BWA the apocolyptic few
It is time fo all my BWA hood to unite
Callin out tha sistahood of Donkeys so tight
Let’s be a posse on tha loose
Neva again takin the man’s noose
Spreadin luv and rhymes so sweet
All the masses bow down at our feet
Like the woman touchin Jesus’ garment
BWA rulin tha luv department
My poetic license here be what I propose
Join my clan hood of gold jewelry and the big nose
Neva again the moderatas be fraught
Let’s just chill and praise Jesus wit a booty watch
While I is talkin all about my unity
Let me give it out wit pure impunity
Time to talk about OBAMA!
Given Mr Tighty Whitey intestinal trauma
Some call it irrital bowel syndrome
Let’s just call it BWA terror-dome
Barack Obama behind the presidential podium
Break out for the man mass doses of Imodium
Comin soon to ya a new day
Barack Obama in B Dubya A
Don’t give a damn about Jeremiah Wright
Goddamn our RHP moderatin plight
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Originally posted by kirksey957Very nice.
While I is talkin all about my unity
Let me give it out wit pure impunity
Time to talk about OBAMA!
Given Mr Tighty Whitey intestinal trauma
Some call it irrital bowel syndrome
Let’s just call it BWA terror-dome
Barack Obama behind the presidential podium
Break out for the man mass doses of Imodium
Comin soon to ya a new day
Barack Obama in B Dubya A
Don’t give a damn about Jeremiah Wright
Goddamn our RHP moderatin plight